Night drive

EVA'S POV

Once inside, I let out a long sigh and dropped my bag on the floor. I made a beeline for the shower, letting the hot water wash away the stress of the day. As I stood there, I replayed the events in my mind, from Livia’s slap to Sophie’s fierce defense. It had been one heck of a rollercoaster.

Fresh and in my favorite comfy pajamas, I settled onto the couch with a contented sigh. I grabbed my phone to check for any messages and noticed a text from my foster mom—no, my real mom. That’s how I saw her now.

*Mom: Hey sweetheart! How was your first official day at work? Call me when you can. Love you!*

A warm smile spread across my face. I quickly hit the call button, and within seconds, her familiar, comforting voice came through the line.

"Eva! How are you, honey?"

"Hi, Mom! I’m okay. It’s been quite a day, though."

"Oh? Do tell," she said, her voice laced with curiosity and concern.

"Well, where do I start? I found out Tristin’s fiancée is Livia, my high school bully, and she’